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I Hear My Name

  • Amy Rasmussen
  • 4. mar. 2019
  • 1 min læsning

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I hear my name through the wall but I can't make out the words. I don't know how long I'll be here or why I ended up here. Sometimes it feels like all of the decisions weren't mine. That I was pushed around by some force. It's been a long time since I saw anyone I knew. Everybody scattered all over the country when the military took over. There was so much fear. I felt it too. Nobody really slept anymore. You couldn't afford to close both eyes if you wanted to survive. There is a tiny window at the top of the end wall of what must be my cell. I don't know what I'm in here for, but they can take you for any reason. Sometimes I see a bird fly by outside and it comforts me. Maybe the world outside isn't completely lost. Maybe we didn't break it completely. I hear my name again. Then footsteps. Somebody puts a key in the door and unlocks it. On the other side is a soldier with kind blue eyes. Eyes I'm sure I've seen before. "Get Julie out of there and to trial." another voice demands from down the hall. "Sir, yes, sir." the solider replies and walks into my cell to handcuff me. When the handcuffs are locked his eyes meet mine and I suddenly remember him. "Benjamin!" I say under my breath. "Don't worry. We'll get you out of here. A revolution is coming." he winks at me and yells out into the hallway "The prisoner is ready!" and escorts me out of my prison cell.

 
 
 

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